Damien walked through the streets of the town. The town was an old one which wasn't as big as the Isle Valley, maybe not even half of it which made it easier for him to search through the place to confirm that it was only his imagination but at the same time he was sure that he had seen her mother walk by.
He wondered if it was a premonition. Something that he had acquired from his mother where one could see things before it happened. There was something different though which made him search through the streets again before he came back to the shop.
"Did aunt Isabelle have any books with her? Stored some favorites which she must have stacked up when you were young?" Damien asked Alexander who stared back at him in thought.
"Most of her things have been moved to the West wing as it is not widely used but why?" questioned the Lord, "If you're looking for any of her materials she burnt them all."
